Luyện nghe bài hát Jazz Musician

Well it's saturday in new jersey
And you're kinda wet
Now the heat is getting you worried
So you try to look as innocent as you can as you
And you've got a woman on the side of the law
But it ain't to go see her yet
Because her ex-old a city cop
Who thinks auditioning for dragnet
So you stand on the corner kinda torn
And in the blue lounge
Where death was
The jazz musician blows his

You pop a letter to your in richmond
you're feeling pretty down
She's kinda small but at she's a rich one
Oh, and she you real bad
And that's all that counts
You had a teenage and flying hands
And oh, you was big, you were pretty big in the

But you passed out on and flew into a rage
And someone tried to you
Mouth to
You a pain in your chest
As you the crown
And in the light lounge
The lights down
And the audience slipped out of town

Well now the atheist he burns you for out loud
Because he can't understand what saying
And the word's out when pushed him in the hole
Everybody knows he went out praying
Oh, now the park is dark but the sidewalk's
And alive the light of the living
Oh and mama can I you home tonight
'cause it's a big bad
And this boy's got a lot for the stranded in the jungle
stage witness at a company killing
I'm clutching my high school diploma, my feet
Promised sixty bucks a
And guaranteed top
you can live a life of love in new york
Only if you don't, if you don't love
And I met this taxi driver who me around town
Telling of his back seat women

And out on the there's no room to move
'cause everybody's trying so to groove
And in the blue light
The jazz musician plays his